Tortured daughter

CHAPTER SIX

"You see," Alicia began to explain, "you're hooked to one another in relay. When one turns on the current here," she pointed to Cindy's dial, "the current will automatically flow to Judy. And vice versa. The more you turn your dial to the right, the more electricity your friend will receive."

She wouldn't play their game. That would make her as bad as they were. But would her friend think the same way? The thought of having her body fried by her friend excited and horrified her.

"And don't think you won't get away by doing nothing at all," Alicia added, her thin lips curling into a cunning smile. "We'll start with you first, Judy." She walked to the brunette and placed the girl's fingers on the dial. "There, that's it. Just twist it this way… just a little at first." Alicia looked up at Cindy. "We don't want our friend to wind up on fire, do we?"

A look of incredible surprise crossed Cindy's face. She felt a faint pulse teasing her tits, cunt and ass. Jerking, the girl flew back into her seat, her toes curling, until they cramped. Judy had done it!

"Like that, baby? You dig this more than havin' my prick plow through you?" Max taunted, slapping her several times across, the face.

"Max! You had your pleasure earlier. Wait until I'm through with them. Then you can have your fun," Alicia snapped.

Max pulled away, still leering at the tormented blonde teen.

"I suggest you turn your dial, too, Cindy, or I'm going to have to increase the voltage," Alicia warned.

No, she wouldn't, she wouldn't! Her fingers trembled over the black dial, then pulled back.

"Very well?"

Another notch. Cindy tensed, waiting for what was surely to come. She started to shiver, her cunt and tits aching. How strange, but this waiting, this suspense was making her cunt itch! It was almost like having her pussy violated by Max's prick, or by that steel dildo. There seemed to be some connection in her mind between pleasure and pain. Cindy wrinkled her forehead, wondering what on earth could be happening to her.

Her thoughts were interrupted by another surge of voltage. It was like having thousands of fiery tiny knives pricking her cunt, asshole and nipples. She jerked, arching her back slightly while throwing her head back against the chair. She could hear Alicia and Max laughing in the background while a strange buzzing seemed to enter her head. She bit down hard on the rubber wedge, and her temples throbbed. There was a ringing sound now in her ears while her nipples actually swelled against the chewing tiny teeth of the pincers. Cindy could feel her thigh muscles tightening, relaxing, then tightening again while her clit burned even more. The electricity was doing such strange things to her. She bounced on the chair, feeling herself becoming terribly aroused.

"Still no response? Do you want more electricity, dear?"

No, she couldn't take it. Her fingers trembling over the dial once again, Cindy turned it to the right, hearing Judy cry out almost immediately. She'd turned it to the third setting! The girl was jerking and twisting in front of her, the black wires on her body bouncing madly up and down. She had given her friend a double dose!

"Oh, my, Cindy! You're making your friend feel so much more pain than you are. Come on, dear, why don't you show Cindy just how you feel about that," Alicia said, bending down to the brunette.

Cindy screamed as yet more voltage smashed into her cunt, tits and asshole. Her muscles were spasming uncontrollably as she jerked from side to side. Her wrists and ankles pulled at the restraining leather strap while the chair scraped a few inches along the floor.

"Ohhhhhhh!" she groaned.

It was like having a fist hitting her, again and again. Shards of fire sliced against her clit as sparks flew into her body. A fist of air burst from her asshole, nearly dislodging the clump of wires shoved up in her shitter. Screaming through the rubber wedge, Cindy felt rage, revenge and lust all combining into some unspeakable frenzy as she twisted her black dial yet farther up the scale, hearing Judy shriek in response.

"Mghghghghghhgh… eaagbghghhghh!" The brunette's body was bowed outward, her spine nearly snapping from the position while the cords stood out from her throat. Judy's eyes bulged while her nostrils flared widely open. It was grotesque, and yet oddly beautiful seeing the young teenager shaking and bending that odd way.

"Oh, dear, I think Judy's going to give you more voltage as well," Alicia said, smiling as the brunette's fingers trembled over the dial.

Cindy felt as if she were struck by a fallen tree. Her tits, belly, cunt and asshole were ripped to pieces by flames of torment and pleasure. Her bones ached, rattling against one another. Her screams intensified behind the rubber wedge, then another increase, another series of shrieks! Cindy thought she was going to die. Surely a human being couldn't take this much torment!

"Eaghghghhghghhhh!" Cindy screamed.

The girl's lips were turning purple, her eyes widening while spittle frothed out around the corners of her mouth. Cindy wished she could have fainted. But something kept her conscious.

"More, Judy. I'm sure your friend can take more," Alicia goaded.

The pain was overwhelming now. Cindy felt rage at her friend, and she twisted her dial all the way. She heard Judy shrieking the walls down. Through her bleary eyes, she saw her friend snapping from side to side, her body jerked by all that voltage. Yes, it was Judy who had landed her here. It was Judy who was responsible for all her pain. It was Judy who should pay for all this agony.

"Nooooooo!" Cindy screamed.

Judy, too, had twisted her dial all the way before passing out in the chair. The girl now bounced and jerked like a shaken lifeless puppet. How Cindy envied her. But something kept her awake, enduring this horror. It was her climax. Yes, it was her own sexuality that was doing this to her. She could hear her head exploding, or so it seemed, while her cunt shattered into a maddening orgasm. She shuddered and jerked against the chair, wishing for one mad instant that Max and Alicia would increase the voltage.

"That's enough."

With Alicia's simple command, the electricity was turned off. Cindy sank back onto the chair, feeling her body relax into a warming glow. She had endured so much this day! Her mind was awhirl at the thought of what she had undergone and survived. Max came up to her, his trousers peaked in front. It was an obvious indication of his arousal. No, she couldn't stand another fucking. She would die, surely collapse and die if someone were to fuck her now!

"Let her rest, Max," Alicia said, gesturing to the girl's clothes on the chair. "She's had enough today. There'll be other days to enjoy her. One treatment per day is enough."

Max grunted in assent, loosening the straps after having taken off the pincers. Cindy stood up shakily, bracing herself against the chair for a moment. She took her clothes, dressed as quickly as she could, then walked in front of the guard back to her room. Never in her life was she more happy to see a bed! For an instant she thought Max would push his way into her chamber and fuck her in spite of the warning hurled by Alicia. But apparently Dr. Endicott ruled with a firm, iron hand. Max could play with the patients, but only on approval from the mad doctor.

"Oh, oh, what have I done? Oh, my God, what am I going to do?"

Throwing herself over the bed, Cindy gave herself over to a torrent of feelings, pounding her clenched fists against the pillow. She had allowed herself to be violated again and again. She had even enjoyed this perverted torture, wallowing in the filth and loving every second of it. Nothing, nothing in her life had prepared her for something like this. Her mother had never indicated there were people like this, men and women who enjoyed inflicting pain on others for sexual enjoyment. She doubted that her parents even suspected this kind of fact. And yet there she was, face to face with an entire institution of those kinds of animals. And her friend, Judy, had turned into one of them. She could see that in Judy's eyes!

Sobbing and crying out, Cindy fell slowly into a deep slumber. How long she had remained asleep, she didn't know. Her dreams were tormented by images of Max and his hard prick, of Alicia and her hot cunt, and all the while something very hard was piercing her own pussy. And there was Judy, sitting opposite her like a judge, her fingers playing around the dials, sending more voltage into her body and rocketing her to yet another crashing climax!

Twice the girl awoke, sitting bolt upright in her cell. It was dark. The hall was quiet. Cindy didn't even bother to get up and try to open the door. Alicia Endicott had assured her about the complete security of the Manor, and Cindy was certain something awful would happen to her if she tried to escape. Besides, they were nestled in the San Bernardino Mountains, far away from anything that might be called civilization. What would she do, where would she go, once she got out? Cindy lay back down on her bunk, thinking about the unjustness of it all, about how she was shunted off to this sexual insane asylum. Sighing, she fell asleep again, tormented once more by dreams of cocks and cruelty.

The next day was quite the opposite from the first. A nurse – at least, Cindy assumed she was a nurse – came in and took her blood pressure, drew a blood sample, then kindly told her she'd be expected in room 223 for a lecture on alcohol abuse. For a moment Cindy wanted to confide in the woman everything that had happened to her. Secrets, apparently, had no place here at the Manor. Dr. Endicott knew everything. Instead, she remained passive, vowing she would find some way to get out, some way to tell her parents about the wild goings-on at the Manor. That surely would bring them up here and get her out.

Once in the classroom, Cindy saw four other girls, all of them somewhat tearful and looking as if they wanted to talk. Judy was in the back, holding her upper arms hard with her fingers and staring straight ahead like a zombie. One of Dr. Endicott's less successful cases? Cindy shivered. Would she wind up that way? Dr. Endicott entered the room, dressed as she was earlier the other day, wearing a pressed starched white smock, her hair tied up closely in a bun, a pair of black-rimmed glasses resting easily on her nose. She smiled breezily, then began her lecture on alcoholism. It was all so matter-of-fact, as if the sexual torment that had gone on the other day simply was a myth. Twice Cindy had to pinch herself, wondering indeed if she had endured the rape and Alicia's brutal treatment. The marks on her arms and wrists told her she had. The soreness still surrounding her violated little cunt was a constant reminder of Max's brutality.

The remainder of the day was spent in varying kinds of therapy and other classes, all of them increasingly boring to Cindy. She had no booze problem. Her parents had overreacted, shoving her in here. None of this meant a thing to her. And yet she played the game, looking constantly for a phone, something that would give her contact with the outside world.

Just before four o'clock Max came up to her, and he leaned against the chair. He was rubbing his crotch against the wood, right there in front of the other girls. They looked the other way, one of them biting her lip. Judy was just sitting there, staring out of one of the barred windows. Soft music drifted in from the overhead speakers. It was all so grotesque.

"Dr. Endicott wants to see you," Max said, bending, down and speaking softly in the blonde's ear.

Cindy shuddered. Not again. Dear God, not again, not another of Dr. Endicott's "treatments". She thought about resisting, thought again, then rose, smoothing down her skirt and staring up at Max. There would be another detour, she was sure of that, before she would reach Alicia's office.

"This way, baby."

Cindy walked down the long corridor, wishing she could bolt but knowing only more pain would follow if she tried escaping so openly. They turned down one hall, past the elevator where she had been so brutally raped, then turned down another. They were, she guessed, in the same area where Dr. Endicott had had her the day before. Max grabbed her roughly by the shoulders, pushing her to one side so hard that she nearly lost her footing. No one was around, Max's ideal circumstance for fucking – dark, silent, alone.

"No, stop!" she cried, pushing her hands up to his chest and trying to shove him away.

"You gotta be kiddin'," Max said, knocking her hands away, then wrestling her against the wall behind her. Her shoulders hurt from the violent slamming contact. "You been fucked so Goddamned many times around here, and you think you can stop me from fuckin' you again? I told you I was gonna fuck you when I could. The time's now, baby!" Max's voice dropped and thickened. "And like Dr. Endicott says, you gotta learn discipline, learn to jump when she or me or anybody around here says jump!" Max's fingers gripped her shoulder tightly.

"Oh, God, no, no this can't be happening to me, it just can't," Cindy groaned, her shoulders aching from the tight grip.

"Sure is, baby, and it's just startin' up," Max said, his voice dropping yet another tone.

Cindy felt his hot breath pumping against her throat as he shoved his knees between hers, spreading them far apart. At the same time, Max dropped his hands to her thighs, gathering the coarse wool dress up in his fingers until the hem was well above her knees. Cindy could feel her ass becoming exposed. Panties were something unknown here at the Manor, according to Dr. Endicott. It was another of her rules, rules meant to humiliate, to degrade the patients.

"Stop it!"

But Max's hands knew no stopping. The girl felt them crawling like spiders around her thighs, inching toward her tight, firm asscheeks. She sucked in a ragged breath, holding it until she thought her lungs would burst. Max smelled strongly of stale beer and cigarettes as he dropped his face to hers, kissing her hard on the mouth.

Cindy felt his tongue trying to work its way into her mouth. She nearly vomited, hating that squirmy, wet thing! His hands ran over her plump young ass, his fingers pressing into her resilient [missing text]. Cindy tried straightening her arms, tried again to push the animal away from her. But Max only laughed at her efforts, slipping bis fingers over her asscheeks until his fingernails were scraping along their inner curves. When he shoved one forefinger into her asshole up to the second joint, Cindy rebelled, drawing back her teeth and biting down hard on his offending tongue.

"Yaghghghhh," he wailed.

Max drew back quickly, one hand cupped over his mouth. The young teen looked from left to right, desperately searching for a fast path of escape. But her biting had only temporarily stunned Max. He still blocked bet way out. Cindy crossed her arms over her tits, knowing she had only worked herself into a worse corner with that move.

"You bitch!" he hissed, drawing one hand away from his lips and checking his fingers for tongue blood. None. She had done nothing, nothing except worsen an already desperate situation. "You Goddamned little slut!" His face turned white with rage. Cindy watched as his fingers clenched and unclenched his body tensing as if he went about to pounce on her. She could already feel his hands breaking her in two.

"Oh, no, no, please, I'm sorry… I'm so sorry, I…"

Max let out an unintelligible howl, spreading his legs far apart quickly for balance. Cindy watched wide-eyed as he jerked his right hand up high over his head, spreading his fingers, then bringing down that paw-like hand in a broad arc to her face. There was little time for her to duck, to move away from the inevitable blow. She had just a second to begin a scream. The hard crashing of his opened fist against her jaw cut it to a whimper.

"Yaghgh… ooohohhfffff!"

Cindy's head jerked violently from the force of the blow, her body half turning around as her knees buckled. She raised her arms, clawing at the wall to keep from falling to the floor. Another blow, this time directed at the back of her head, knocked her down. She fell heavily to her knees, fearing she had cracked several bones on the way down.

The blonde teen lay on the floor, one arm draped over her face while her legs remained crossed over one another. Max was breathing heavily, one hand still wiping across his lips. She felt him kicking her lightly in the ribs, driving the toe up into her asscrack, then working it back and forth until it began to chafe her shitter. She groaned, moving one hand back to knock that offending foot away.

It was what Max had been waiting for. He stepped on her hand, nearly breaking her fingers with the weight of his heel. Cindy shrieked, jerking around until she was lying on her back.

"No, stop it, no!" she screamed.

Max withdrew his foot, then shot it forward, the toe catching the girl hard in the ribs once more. Cindy let out a woosh of air, doubling over in pain as another kick bruised her thighs.

"No, stop!"

Tangles of her blonde hair clung wetly to her dampened checks as the blonde teen tried desperately to get to her feet, Max's kicks and shoves kept her on the floor. When she finally got to her knees, the attendant grabbed her by the hair, yanking up several strands, until Cindy's eyelids began to flutter in agony. She screamed, fearing he would snatch her bald.

"You're gonna listen to me, baby. And you try anything like that again, and I'm gonna burn out your pussy with a branding iron, savvy?"

Cindy nodded, feeling the hand leaving her hair.